Best Humiliation Poems

  anyone for humiliation

                   do even...

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A crystal drop on the child face
who left the shack where mum would hide.
Alone in the streets of guns and race, 
nowhere to go amidst...

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Why was I a 32A
Why not a volumptuous D
Can’t afford a boob job
Only one thing open to me

Can use a jelly filler
That feels disgusting in...

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Limericks dé-crochetés: Is not shame self-humiliation

Is not shame self-humiliation
To be thought of with condescension
   All men know some disgrace
   Except those...

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Hearts beat in shallow chests as brains tick in empty heads
Unseen eyes glitter as to small hands pull to big triggers
Money wouldn’t let go as...

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the compression of the recession

tempting me to kill intimacy

and dance with humiliation....

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Humiliation is a form of suppression,
a presumed thought of superiority;
we all have intelligence and intellect,
but events hinder some to achieve their full potential.


Written on 9/14/2015....

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Humilation cripples the majority of us,
but the best revenge is often success....

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Humiliation is a form of suppression,
a presumed thought of superiority;
we all have intelligence and intellect,
but events hinder some to achieve their full potential....

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Wasn’t it bad enough that he had his grandfather’s name?
He was not at all thrilled be delivered to a kindergarten class
Of all girls.

The teacher said,...

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My happy Aunt Petootie
comes clomping over.
Your mother says you write poetry now.
Her eyebrows are angry.

Uh-huh. I admit.
She is in full glare mode now.
Why? 
Because I...

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Coal black eyes glinted
Rage surfacing
Seething, furious
He was like a hard stone
Without sympathy
Or empathy
His lack of compassion
Sent me reeling from him

Fire boiled in his touch
Clutching me...

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I don't know why I have to talk about humiliation, 
In the middle of what is supposed to be a celebration. 
But my truth is...

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She is a low life skank 
Trailer trash honey

Dressing all up 
And taking your money

But I would trip her if I saw her
And spill my coffee on...

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Through a limerick a poet once bumbled.
With the meter he fumbled and stumbled.
So he thought: “How pathetic
to be waxing poetic!"
And he hung his head thoroughly...

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